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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skriet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Japan,
Pylon,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.