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 Vietnam and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Henry Cow to the techno 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.