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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Wasted Youth to the techno 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.