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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Television to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.