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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Scion to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.