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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.