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 Burundi and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.