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 Cuba 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gories to the crunk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.