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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gun Club to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.