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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Junior Murvin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.