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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
JFA,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
AZ,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.