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 Slovenia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suicide to the disco 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
Rakim,
UT,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.