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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.