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 Egypt 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Schoolly D to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.