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 Antigua and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 PIL to the electroclash 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.