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 Nicaragua 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.