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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 The Index to the rock 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.