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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ossler to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
The Sound,
The Motions,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Magma,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.