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 Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.