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 Madagascar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s 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 Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.