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 Turkmenistan 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Matthew Bourne 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.