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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.