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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Franke to the grime 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.