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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eurythmics to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.