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 Singapore and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Slits to the rock 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.