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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.