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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Pulsallama to the punk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.