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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.