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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Franke,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.