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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Godley & Creme to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.