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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
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 guitar 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.