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 Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Nico,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.