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 Bahrain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.