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 Argentina and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Reed to the grime 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.