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 Maldives 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wings to the funk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.