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 Fiji and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultravox to the dance 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Motorama,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.