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 Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Soft Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.