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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Techniques to the techno 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
Wings,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Visage,
Oneida,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.