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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lower 48 to the crunk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.