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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ken Boothe to the rap 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.