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 Latvia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.