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 Iraq and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Brick,
Sparks,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.