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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Unwound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Shoche,
Index,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.