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 France and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.