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 the UAE and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Blancmange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.