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 Congo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Roxette to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.