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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.