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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.