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 Bolivia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Cale to the techno 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.