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 East Timor and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.