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 East Timor and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.