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 Cuba and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.