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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.