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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.