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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.