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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.