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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.