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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
The Evens,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.