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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Clark Five to the jazz 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.