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 Grenada and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Blancmange to the grunge 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.