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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Dave Gahan 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Mars,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Can,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.