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 Barbados and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Aaron Thompson 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
World's Most,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.