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 China and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.