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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Intrusion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.