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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Black Dice to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
Motorama,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Nico,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.