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 Antigua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.