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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.