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 Belarus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Portland and Tehran.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Scion,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.