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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Silicon Teens to the funk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.