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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
June Days,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
X-102,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.