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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Smog,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.