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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Scion to the funk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.