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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 The Doors to the punk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
The Index,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.