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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.