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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.