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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.