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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
The Martian,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.