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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 The Saints to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.