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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
The Names,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
the Association,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.