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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.