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 Burundi and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.