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 Senegal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lindisfarne to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Fear,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.