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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Soul II Soul to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.