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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
The Residents,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.