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 Iran and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 organ 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.