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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.