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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Christie to the crunk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Q65,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.