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 Nepal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Television,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.