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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.