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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maleditus Sound 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
Little Man,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.