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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mr. Review to the disco 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.