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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Gun Club to the crunk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Magma,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.