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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Victims 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
CMW,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.