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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugazi to the techno 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
Qualms,
MC5,
Interpol,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Fear,
Technova,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.