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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.