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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Das Ding,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.