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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lakeside to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
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.