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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
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 Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.