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 Grenada and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Brick,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.