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 Australia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Model 500,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.