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 Israel and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 The Busters to the dance 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
a-ha,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.