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 Monaco and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.