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 Romania and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Gong,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.