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 Syria and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 kango's stein massive to the rap 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Television,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.