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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 UT to the rock 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Swans,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Ludus,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.