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 Haiti 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Lower 48 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Japan,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Visage,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.