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 Zambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Howard Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
the Association,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Faust,
Visage,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.