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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.