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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Happenings to the grime 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Erasure,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.