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 Ghana and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 AZ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Index,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
UT,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.