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 France and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Joey Negro to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.