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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
DNA,
CMW,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.