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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Henry Cow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.