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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Urselle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.