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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Silicon Teens to the disco 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.