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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sällskapet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
The Litter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.