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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 The Detroit Cobras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.