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 Morocco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Magma to the rap 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
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.