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 Croatia and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.