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 Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.