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 Turkey and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Television,
Easy Going,
Technova,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.