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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.