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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
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 snare 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
the Association,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.