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 Togo 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Patti Smith to the funk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 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?
Amazonics,
Make Up,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.