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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Skarface to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.