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 Somalia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Blues Magoos 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Television,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.