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 Malta and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the punk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.