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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.