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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boredoms to the jazz 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.