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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neu! to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.