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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.