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 New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 David McCallum to the rap 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
MC5,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.