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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 CMW to the electroclash 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Can,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.