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 Grenada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Eddi Front to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.