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 Finland and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pagans to the electroclash 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.