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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.