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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.