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 Czech Republic and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gories,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.