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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Supertramp to the dance 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.