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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Severed Heads to the rock 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.