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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
Can,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
KRS-One,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.