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 Italy and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.