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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.