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 Brunei and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Copeland 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.