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 Andorra and from London.
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 Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Bush Tetras to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
The Residents,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.