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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Maurizio 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra 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 techno 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.