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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Tim Buckley to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.