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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.