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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.