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 Lebanon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.