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 Hungary and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.