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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.