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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.