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 Belgium and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
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.