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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MC5 to the grime 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
UT,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Can,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.