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 Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.