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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Harmonia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.