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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.