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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Ponytail to the punk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.