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 Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.