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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bush Tetras to the funk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.