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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 In Retrospect to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.