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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 the Association to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Jandek,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.