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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.