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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.