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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.