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 Germany and from Glasgow.
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 Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Crime,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.