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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Sound Behaviour to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.