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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.