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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Index,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.