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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 The Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
a-ha,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.