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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Outsiders to the rock 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.