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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
The Index,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.