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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 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 The Cure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.