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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
MDC,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.