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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Searchers to the techno 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.