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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Roxy Music to the rap 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.