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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rap 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.