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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.