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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Arcadia to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Japan,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.