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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.