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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.