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 Palau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Doors to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.