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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Animal Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.