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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 A Certain Ratio to the punk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.