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 Laos and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.