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 Paraguay and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.