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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Mantronix to the dance 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.