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 Australia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The J.B.'s 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Darondo,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.