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 Estonia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Erasure to the rock 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.