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 Philippines and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Human League to the rap 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
UT,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.