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 Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 The Motions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.