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 Namibia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 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 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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.