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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Stooges to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.