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 Hungary and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.