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 Slovakia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Sex Pistols to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.