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 Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cowsills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
The Evens,
The Index,
Excepter,
John Cale,
ABC,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.