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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q65,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
JFA,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.