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 Antigua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vainqueur to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.