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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.