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 China and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.