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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Durutti Column to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.