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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.