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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Organ,
Lungfish,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.