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 Ukraine and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.