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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.