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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 rap 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
X-102,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.