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 India and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barry Ungar to the punk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.