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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.