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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.