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 Congo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 World's Most to the funk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
The Busters,
The Fall,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
MC5,
Television,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.