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 Egypt and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 organ 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.