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 Somalia and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.