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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slackers to the electroclash 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.