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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Television,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
10cc,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.