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 Israel 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Y Pants to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.