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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wally Richardson 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.