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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Pere Ubu to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.