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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 MC5 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Slave,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.