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 Canada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Oblivians to the funk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.