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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Slits to the rap 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.