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 Belgium and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Can,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.