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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 The Beau Brummels to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.