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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joyce Sims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Magazine,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.