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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Cluster to the punk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.