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 Moldova and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 D'Angelo to the punk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
New Order,
Pagans,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.