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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.