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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.