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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Procol Harum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Franke 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.