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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.