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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.