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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Pretty Things to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
The Names,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Easy Going,
Index,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.