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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.