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 Fiji and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Simply Red to the electroclash 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.