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 Somalia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 The American Breed to the rap 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
Index,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.