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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Q and Not U to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.