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 Serbia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Surgeon 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Qualms,
The Move,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.