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 Haiti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Scion,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
cv313,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.