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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.