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 Peru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Slick Rick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Rakim,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
New Order,
Monks,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.