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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
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Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.