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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.