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 Portugal and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound to the funk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.