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 Brunei and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.