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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ossler to the electroclash 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
June Days,
Television,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Q65,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.