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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.