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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Goldenarms to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
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.