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 Ghana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.