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 Comoros and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.