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 Belgium and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Alison Limerick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Crime,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.