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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tres Demented to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
10cc,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.