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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the disco 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Yaz,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.