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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bluetip to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.