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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.