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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 OOIOO to the punk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
The Monks,
Magma,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.