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 Ghana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.