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 Turkey and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 The Music Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Q65,
Moebius,
The Slits,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.