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 Oman and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 U.S. Maple to the punk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.