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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül to the rock 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Quantec,
The Move,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.