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 Laos and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Young Rascals to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.