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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.