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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.