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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the rock 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.