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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
Faust,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.