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 Japan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.