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 Denmark and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.