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 Jordan and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.