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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 The Fortunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.