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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.