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 Saudi Arabia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
Ossler,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.