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 Nepal and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.