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 Estonia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.