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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.