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 Cameroon and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fuzztones to the electroclash 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.