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 France and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
The Associates,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.