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 Ukraine and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
Technova,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.