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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.