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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.