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 Armenia 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart 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?
Radiohead,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.