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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.