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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 L. Decosne to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.