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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
DNA,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.