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 Slovenia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
the Association,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.