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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sex Pistols to the rock 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.