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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
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.