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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Negative Approach to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.