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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 The Dead C to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.