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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.