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 Russia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.