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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Alphaville to the rock 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.