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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.