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 Singapore and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Pylon to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.