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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Erykah Badu to the funk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.