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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.