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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 H. Thieme to the grunge 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Television,
X-102,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.