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 Mexico and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Panda Bear to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.