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 Grenada and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.