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 Mexico and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Alphaville to the techno 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.