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 Jordan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bob Dylan to the rock 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.