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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.