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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Wire,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.