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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Faust,
Subhumans,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.