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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Niagra to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.