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 Jordan and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New York Dolls to the jazz 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.