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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.