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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Bluetip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
Japan,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.