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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Godley & Creme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
10cc,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.