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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Althea and Donna to the rap 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Crime,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.