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 Benin 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Royal Trux to the dance 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.