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 Italy and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 The Slackers to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.