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 Japan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
Magma,
Franke,
Q65,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.