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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.