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 Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sun City Girls to the dance 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.