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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.