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 Micronesia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Second Layer to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.