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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.