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 Sierra Leone 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Ludus,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.