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 Iran and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.