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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 The Remains to the rap 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Gong,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.