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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Marc Almond to the rap 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.