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 Hungary and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Lyres to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.