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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Niagra,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.