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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Remains to the rock 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Faust,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.