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 Paraguay and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.