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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.