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 Benin and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Television,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.