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 Zambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Gong,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.