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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.