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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 OOIOO to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.