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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Severed Heads 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth 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?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.