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 Romania and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Deepchord to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.