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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.