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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.