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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.