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 Armenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Gap Band 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Arcadia,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.