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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Das Ding to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.