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 Norway and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.