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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Stiv Bators to the dance 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Q65,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.