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 Namibia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ultravox to the rap 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster 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?
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.