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 France and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.