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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monolake 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Swans,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Unwound,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.