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 Maldives and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Reagan Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.