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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.