Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belgium and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Franke. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.