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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lakeside to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.