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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
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 harpsichord 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.