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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Busters,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.