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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.