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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.