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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Q65,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.