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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.