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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
DNA,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.