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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Desert Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.