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 Argentina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.