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 Seychelles and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MC5 to the jazz 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.