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 East Timor and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
10cc,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.