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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Sandy B to the electroclash 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.