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 Denmark and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Real Kids to the techno 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.