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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Q and Not U to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.