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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sarah Menescal 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
Hoover,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.