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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.