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 Gabon and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Television,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.