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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.