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 Finland and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Move to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.