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 Colombia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Bizarre Inc. 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
cv313,
John Cale,
Nas,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.