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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Bauhaus to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.