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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.