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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Rakim to the crunk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.