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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buckinghams to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.