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 Togo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Skriet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.