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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Black Moon to the disco 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.