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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Jandek to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Smog,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.