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 Greece and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.