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 Netherlands 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Outsiders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
PIL,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.