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 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Monks to the jazz 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.