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 Belize and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 the Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.