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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.