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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.