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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
Faust,
Little Man,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.