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 Laos and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sparks to the funk 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.