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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 oboe 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.