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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Black Flag to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
The Doors,
The Wake,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.