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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Wally Richardson to the rock 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.