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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.