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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Y Pants to the funk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.