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 Namibia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Magazine,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.