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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Cameo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
Organ,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.