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 Brunei and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
The Index,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.