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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.