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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.