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 Argentina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Buckinghams to the rap 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.