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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Fuzztones to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.