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 Uruguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Index,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.