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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.