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 Luxembourg 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Minny Pops to the crunk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans 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?
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
Swans,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.