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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Avey Tare to the grime 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Magazine,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.