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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Sparks to the electroclash 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.