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 Cuba and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Flash Fearless to the disco 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.