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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.