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 Qatar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 New Order to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.