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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Gahan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.