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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.