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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Wire,
Nico,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Faust,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.