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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Buckinghams to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.