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 Spain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Q65,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
The Remains,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.