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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
The Monks,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.