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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 The New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.