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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Fortunes to the crunk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.