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 Gabon and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Residents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division 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?
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.