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 Germany and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
June Days,
Rakim,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.