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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.