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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Vainqueur to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.