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 Australia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Flesh Eaters to the disco 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.