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 Brazil and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.