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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.