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 Libya and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
X-102,
The Residents,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.