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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.