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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magma to the jazz 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.