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 Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Intrusion to the rock 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.