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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 The Fire Engines to the techno 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.