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 Croatia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
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 rhodes 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings 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?
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.