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 South Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Pole,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.