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 Portugal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.