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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.