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 Gabon and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 Gladiators,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.