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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Camberwell Now to the techno 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.