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 Norway and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Gang of Four to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.