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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Q and Not U to the rock 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Technova,
Black Moon,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.