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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps 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?
Main Source,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.