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 Luxembourg 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
10cc,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.