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 Malawi and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Association to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
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.