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 Mali and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
Technova,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.