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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Faraquet to the disco 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
Q65,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.