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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Marble Giants 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.