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 Portugal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suburban Knight 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
cv313,
The Motions,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.