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 Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hardrive 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.