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 Panama and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Donald Byrd to the disco 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Neu!,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.