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 Barbados and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.