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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.