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 Libya and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 The Techniques to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.