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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Crooked Eye to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.