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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Byron Stingily to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
New Order,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.