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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Sisters of Mercy to the crunk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.