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 China and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Altered Images to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.