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 Malta and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smoke to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
UT,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.