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 Portugal and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
Kayak,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
Q65,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
DNA,
Symarip,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.