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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.