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 Chile and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-101 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.