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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Monks to the electroclash 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.