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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.