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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.