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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.