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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Zeros to the crunk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk 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?
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Can,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.