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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash 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 Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.