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 Libya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Brick,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.