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 Lebanon 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.