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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Buzzcocks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
the Swans,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Pole,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.