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 Cuba and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.