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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Supertramp to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.