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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Maurizio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Wings,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.