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 Chile and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.