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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Residents to the disco 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.