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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Ten City to the rap 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.