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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.