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 Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb 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 Dead Boys to the jazz 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.