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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.