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 Romania and from Lille.
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 Halifax and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.