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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.