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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonic Youth to the grime 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Nas,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.