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 Uganda and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.