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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Subhumans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.