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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Pole,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.