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 Iran and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
X-102,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Yaz,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.