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 Malta and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.