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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Toasters to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.