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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Lungfish to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
UT,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.