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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.