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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.