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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Scion,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.