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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Walker Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.