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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Mummies,
The Fall,
Scion,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.