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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.