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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
Monks,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.