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 Albania and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.