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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cluster to the grunge 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.