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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quantec to the disco 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.