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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 The Cramps to the grime 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Lalann,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.