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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Morten Harket to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.