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 Niger and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magma to the techno 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.