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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Magma,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.