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 China 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.