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 Botswana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Morten Harket 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Can,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.