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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.