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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
Flipper,
The Names,
Can,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.