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 Somalia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.