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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Scion,
UT,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.