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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 LL Cool J 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.