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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Organ to the rap 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.