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 Poland 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.