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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 A Flock of Seagulls 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
Black Moon,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.