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 Dominica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.