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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.