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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Second Layer to the electroclash 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
X-101,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.