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 Georgia 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television to the punk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.