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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 John Lydon to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.