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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sexual Harrassment to the punk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.