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 Botswana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 MDC to the grunge 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.