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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.