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 Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Man Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.