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 Spain and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
X-102,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.