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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.