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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Barracudas 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.